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I am old enough to remember the Blizzard of '78. I remember the news coverage of motorists stranded on the freeway. I walked to the grocery store with my father and saw an antennae sticking out of the snow; we were treading over a buried car. And I'll never forget the plowed piles of snow by the local church on which we dreamed of playing King of the Mountain. At the time, they seemed ten feet tall and perhaps they really were. Snow brings out the kid in all of us, though. I saw three full grown people pigpile face down onto a toboggan today. Spirits were high even if the temperature wasn't. It was a good day. It was a good blizzard.